The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sylvia groaned as her Aunt’s kiss finally ended with ink dripping slowly from her trembling lips. “Mmm . . . Yana . . . It was shock, that’s all, I promise. I want Aurora kneeling at my feet more than anything you could imagine. Even after all of the work you’ve done in my head you haven’t weakened that desire. You know it. You can feel it.”

Quillspawn slowly shook her head as she pulled away. “You have just enough of Sarah in you to make me feel uncomfortable when you start to speak like that. I can feel the ink in you. I can taste each and every thought your mind forms.”

“I’m not an empty black eyed-slave.” Sylvia slowly grinned and ran her fingers through her own hair. “You don’t want that. Just like Aniela, you’re not just turning me into a drone. You want more from me, and I want to give you more. I want to give you so much. I will give you my sister. She’ll kneel for you, too.” Sylvia’s eyes hooded as she lowered down to her knees, rubbing her cheek against Yana’s shin. “Relax, Yana.”

The older woman grinned in spite of herself. There was nothing in Sylvia’s mind that she did not control. She had tasted when Sylvia’s shock had made her hesitate. Aurora’s powers manifesting so loudly had shocked Yana just as deeply. Second thoughts raced through her mind. A Warden and her nemesis’s daughter were after her. The other daughter was kissing along her leg obediently, but that hardly felt safe enough. It was so easy to remember Susan’s tongue diving between her legs as she had prepared the final stages of her master plan.

Rage and frustration boiled just under the surface. Defeating and claiming Aurora was the last step in Yana’s plans that were purely motivated by revenge. Everything felt rearranged. She had been so close to victory and the sensation of having the tables suddenly turn with the introduction of silver light felt telling.

Yana lost herself within her thoughts as Sylvia kissed along her thighs. Inside of Sylvia surged a chorus so familiar. Her loyalty to Yana was so familiar. Yana wanted to give her everything she wanted, and all she asked in return was to use the singer to further her goals. So much ink filled Sylvia’s mind, staining and overwriting. Even with control as precise as Yana’s there was no way to exercise all of that control unconsciously.

She couldn’t control Sylvia’s every moment without turning her into a mindless thrall, even if she had warped the way she thought and refocused it as she desired. Sylvia didn’t question why she still had a working cognizant mind. Wanting anything without being directed was a strange sensation to consider. Though she could think, it was within a more limited spectrum, and reaching beyond it was worrying to impossible. Most of all she knew she did not want to be hollow again.

Before, a song had guided her and kept her mind from wavering. In time, the song had faltered and driven her to rebellion. Yana had not bound her control of Sylvia to a song, she had instead laced it through the creative aspect of the singer’s mind. It further extended her power as Sylvia’s muse, spreading creative impulse that encouraged submission and dark thoughts of turning her sister into a helplessly obedient ink slave. Yana’s power held her tightly as Nina’s ever had.

Sylvia kissed along Yana’s inner thigh through the latex-like material, rewarding her with a moan. “Why don’t we take this into the bedroom where I can be more . . . horizontal. Camera crew, stay here and make sure to be loud if anyone arrives. Prism will be here soon to help. Come, Sylvia.”

Grinning darkly, Yana started to unzip her uniform as she stepped into Sarah’s bedroom. Shudders of pleasure raced through her as she peeled it off melted back into Sarah’s bed. Sylvia crawled up between her legs, nuzzling and kissing tenderly with melted shut eyes. Her nemesis’s daughter was between her legs on her nemesis’s bed. She was drowning in self satisfaction, twined with imaginings of the expression Sarah’s face would hold. She imagined horror, confusion, and desire. Sylvia’s tongue glistened with hints of Yana’s power, sharing the wet slick pleasure Yana was all too aware her ink could grant.

“That’s right little Sylvia . . . Make your aunt feel good. Make all of your aunt’s fantasies come true. Mmm more than just your aunt, and you know that now. You can feel it—oh!—as that trained tongue flutters.” Yana groaned, her hips bucking as her lust flowed into Sylvia’s eager mouth.

Ink wrote deeply in Sylvia’s mind, but there were some words she hardly needed spelled out to her. The ink she’d first tasted from Yana’s breast and Yana’s insinuating they were the only two creatively inclined women in the whole family had drawn conclusions in her mind. Her powers worked differently than either of her biological parents’. Neither of them could read minds, the direct thoughts, with just a taste of their power.

Sylvia’s tongue fluttered quicker as her lips as she began to suckle. The harder she suckled, the more of her dark nebula flowed into Yana’s sex; pure pleasure, wet, sizzling, soothing bliss. Yana screamed louder as it flowed, and Sylvia tasted her thoughts.

Never even considered the effect doing that to Valerie would have . . . When there was no ink in her milk and Sylvia’s eyes started turning silver I was sure it had amounted to nothing, but then when she wanted to become a singer . . . Mine, my Sylvia, my Nebula . . . To claim in every possible way.

Yana spasmed as pleasure overwhelmed her, and in the sweet moment of her release Sylvia tasted her thoughts flatline. It was intoxicating. She Yana’s ink was still inside of her, and she could eel it spread so wide and so deep. Only the force that directed it, the connection, was a hot sizzling blank. Even as Yana’s pleasure-addled consciousness recovered, Sylvia’s hunger grew.

“More . . . Mmm I didn’t tell you to stop, Sylvia. Fuck me!” Yana’s dominance clenched around Sylvia’s mind and clit in equal measure, making the girl scream in a tightly wrapped bundle of pleasure and pain.

“Yesss, Yana . . .” Two hungers lapped at her mind, and Sylvia obeyed them both. She reached up and held Yana’s hips. Power flowed from her fingertips, wisps of silver, purple, and black, and wrapped tightly around the author’s curves. The power coursed around her breasts, wrapping its way slowly down along her arms. Sylvia’s lips sealed as tight as they could, suckling to the rhythm of Yana’s frenzied cries.

Yana reveled in the pleasure as Sylvia’s power wrapped around her legs. A flick of Sylvia’s tongue sent Yana again over the edge, groaning uncontrollably as Sylvia suckled relentlessly.

Again, emptiness greeted Sylvia’s empathic sense, invaded her mind, and wrote itself through the ink her thoughts were already drowning in. “More! More! Oh goddess, Sylvia! You have such a fucking magic tongue! oooh after I teach you . . . mmmm teach you a few ways to use that Nesatealian bent in you . . . oooh I think Aniela will appreciate this just as much . . .!”

Words rushed in to fill the void. Thoughts of more and wish I could feel this good forever fed Sylvia’s hunger.

Yana’s dominance clenched around the words forming in Sylvia’s open mind. Sylvia groaned as the two forces in her mind blur. The hunger remained strong. The words, the dominance that the connection to Yana fed her, made the hunger ache less, but it was hardly enough to soothe it entirely.

Sylvia’s assault continued unerringly. Her power slid along the curve of Yana’s neck and through each strand of her hair to tingle through the woman’s scalp. “Sylvia! I’ve never felt anyone so eager, not even Aniela, not even after so many years!”

Love how this feels . . . feels good to just feel . . . not worry about what’s going to happen . . . can’t believe Aurora’s powers, right then . . . mmmm Sylvia!

Black lips pulled away from Yana’s clit. Slick energy took their place. Yana screamed as pure heat twined around and through her clit, through her nerves, through her everything as Sylvia’s power enveloped her wholly. Yana’s words melted from her screams as she came again and again, hot moments of blankness feeding the hungry void in Sylvia.

Within Sylvia the feelings of dominance twisted and echoed louder the more pleasure she felt searing through Yana. Ink and lust flowed from Yana’s pussy. Sylvia groaned as her tongue as she lapped and suckled with renewed vigor.

The emptiness lasted longer. The difference was faint, but more than enough for Sylvia to feel.

Goddess . . . can’t take much more . . . but I almost don’t want it to ever stop . . .

Sylvia lubricated her fingers with Yana’s essence before thrusting them deep inside, the flow of her power unwavering. Yana screamed louder, her toes curling until they turned white.

Emptiness surged in again. It was a stronger, deeper emptiness. In it Sylvia could taste something deeper than the pleasure, deeper than desire, something that felt almost spiritual. Her power rushed in to fill the void faster, searching the new depths as they twined through Yana’s core. The emptiness receded, and the thoughts that rushed in to meet with Sylvia’s power were weak and trembling.

So . . . good . . . Sylvia . . . Feels like . . . draining out . . . love it . . .

Light shone from within Sylvia’s eyes. The same light pulsed inside of Yana’s mind as Sylvia’s fingers moved within Yana’s slick flesh in rhythm with the light pulsing in Yana’s mind. Her hips rose to meet Sylvia’s fingers as they pulled back only to slide in faster.

Yana whimpered with fluttering lids as she stared up towards the ceiling with empty black eyes. Her vision could only see Sylvia’s power and it was. No words, only the swirling image of her power that flowed over her eyes and saturated her mind.

Sylvia continued to lap, the light in her eyes shining brighter as she pulled her power back into herself. Yana’s body glistened with a layer of sweat and lust, trembling as Sylvia curved her lips into a lopsided grin.

“More . . .”